The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1887-04-20

without friends and possessed of the most
dignity.
In two weeks 1 presented myself at PEN
nington's, asking: "Have you read the
second part sir ~
"N-no," he answered. 'sit wasn't lust at
hand the day had leisure and Well, well,
it's quite useless. Mr.. Bell found the first
part unavailable, but-but-come in to-mor-
row.
Tomorrow, accordingly, came.
Mr.. Bell, said Pennington-only mildly
fretful when he spoke to this uncanny per-
son-.did you find this young mans manu-
no. answered Bell, '.the day he brought
thesecond part | laid the first on your desk
beside it. I've not seen either since
You don'tmean tosay''-andI was rather
glad to use asperity toward Bell-'syou don't
mean to say that my book is lost?H
Il can't find it, - Bell replied. Haven't
you copy?"
mot copy of single line"
His wondering eyes dwelt on me for mo-
ment with show of sympathy Il hated him
for that pretense), and he said, Come in
again.
After I'd sold my seal ring did come in
again, then again, and yet again. after va
rlouS other trinketS had gone to keen it COM
pany, until at last one day Bell declared:
That manuscript is hopelessly LOST
'sWhat persons have access to this office?'
| asked, with stern meaning.
Let me see," Bell answered, and l felt
that he was trying to appear unconscious of
my searching glance; ION that particular
day.. which l happen to remember well,
hardly any one came in"
Yes" Pennington added, speaking to
/ Bell, Il remember the day, too, because my
| daughter was here and He stopped sud-
I cd af,d qnra -lfa1 lima l1n
letter before him, while l said to myself:
80 the pretty schoolgirl is his daughter
Bell seemed agitated, and if ever guilt were
written on mans countenance | read it in
his.
"We issue a printed notice. explained
Pennington, stating that we are not respon-
slble for rejected manuscripts. However, if
| yours turns up we'll send it to you''
Ned Russell dropped in as usual that night
and tried to comfort me by offering to insult
Bell in the open street. The poor fellow
left me SIS, which knew he would have to
save out of his frugal lunches for month to
come.
Well, l tried writing stories, poems and
squibs for the papers, and these productions
were invariably returned. Ned's SIS, dress
suit and other garments all melted away,
gradually converted into two meals day
and sundry sops to my landlady, who with
her capacious figure used to bar my passage
on the stairs. 1t seems strange that through
all this stress l never thought of lowering
the standard by which l measured the en-
ployment that could accept. | was suffer-
ing from pride, sensitiyeness and all those
mental diseases, which, in turn, spring from
a misapprehension of the value of unit in
the universe. In short, l was well-educated
young gentleman, who finds getting on in
the world very different from getting on in
his college classroom
The winter set in particularly severe, and
my Hebrew banker, after loud depreciation
of an excellent overeoat, had announced
with desperate, suicidal gesture: "Vel,
gif you four dollar on dot old goat" BY
January the last penny of that last money
had vanished, and one night went supper
less to bed. In the morning, awaking very
hungry and very cold, | wandered out into
the streets. There was snow ON the ground,
and walked briskly across a small up town
park, buttoning up a thin froek coat Pass.
ing out of the park gate SNOWFALL hit me
fairly in the back. There were BOYS at play
all about so l never looked around. But
presently was struck again in particularly
vicious way, right on the neck and
wheeled about sharply to see what small boy
might be the culprit To my surprise the
guilty rascal seemed to have been already
captured and that by young girl who was
saying:
frankie, you naughty thing papa has
forbidden you to throw snowballs,r while
the child vociferated, after the manner of his
kind: II didn't hit him, Pussy didn't, l
didn't